I participate.

I move the fastest I've ever done grabbing my slip, crumbling it a bit as I pull it out, and adding it to the stack Louise has before passing them back.

"Y-you serious?" I fire back at Martin trying to sound authentic, "I've been looking forward to this all year!"

Martin's face clouds a bit, did I go to far is he going to say something to change me?

"Bet you fucking are, you virgin loser." He grins back as he gives me his usual insult for me while he gets out of his seat before everyone. I panic a bit and look at me, but it doesn't seem like I've changed at all..

"That's like everyone!" Mrs. Dawson beams as she bounces back to her desk not even stopping as she dumps the slips into the wire mesh trash can,"Like guys clear the desks and then girls take your position, bent over, ass up."

There's an audible groan from a decent portion of the women as they start to get ready, a few fully strip distracting the guys as they move the desks around, all except Martin who broke away to talk to Mrs. Dawson.

I try to keep an eye on him but lose his for a bit in the crowd as I move the desks creating a clear alley way with desks piled up on one side haphazardly and then other desks lined up in neat rows to equal the number of pairs in the room, 15 total.

It's only then that I realize the imbalance, there's 9 women in class and 22 guys not counting Martin and I'm not the only one to notice.

"Like, okay gals take position, guys pick a h-"

"What the fuck!" A punkish dark skinned woman fumes after having stripped down to her non-school regulation torn jeans and a black lacy bra.

"What's the prob-probl- issue Natalie?" Mrs. Dawson asks cocking her head.

"I'm not gonna get spit roasted by anyone here." Natalie fumes crossing her arms against her breasts.

"Then where's the fun?" Mrs. Dawson's face scrunches up.

"Um...M-Miss Dawson," The small voice nearly went unnoticed if not for the petite pale woman stepping forward as she tugs on the oversized sweater covering down to her midthighs," I...I think it would be better if maybe some of the guys stay out of this."

A small laugh reveals Martin finishing setting up a laptop to record everything.

"Like, then the guys could like take turns." Mrs. Dawson

Louis pipes up," I don't want sloppy seconds!"

It seems Martin is plotting something and I do my best not to show any fear of what that something may be.